The head of freedom enslaved

At the end of the year, I'll tell you about my dog. due to the fact that I, like you, don't know how to talk to a dog either. But I know what's in his head. My dog's crazy. All his life, from a puppy, he lived with his mother. They did everything together. Hasali in the woods, chasing deer, moving distant from the home they always returned to at the latest the next day...